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Monday, 15 October 2012

To Cool the Flames

Your sin has broken me
This tongue is filled with knots
Tighter and tighter blue in the face
Your commotion has woken this soul
To such a degree that I now lack
A body for these limbs flail randomly
I'm left muttering words of
'I don't know what to do'
I cannot compute the rulings
For the context is you ,you and your
Loud boisterous sins , these knuckles bleed
As I knock fervently on that door
Let me in , I plead let me in
I will wake one day to read headlines
Girl burns herself to death
They couldn't find remains of her
Internally combusted soul
That day I will note how
The scars on my knuckles don't fade